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“‘Pears to me, ladies and gentlemen, and feller pardners, that on an occasion like this, suthin’ oughter be said of the man who got it up–whose money paid for it, and who ain’t here to speak for himself, except by deputy. Yet you all know that’s Bob Rushbrook’s style–he ain’t here, because he’s full of some other plan or improvements–and it’s like him to start suthin’ of this kind, give it its aim and purpose, and then stand aside to let somebody else run it for him. There ain’t no man livin’ ez hez, so to speak, more fast horses ready saddled for riding, and more fast men ready spurred to ride ’em,–whether to win his races or run his errands. There ain’t no man livin’ ez knows better how to make other men’s games his, or his game seem to be other men’s. And from Jack Somers smilin’ over there, ez knows where to get the best wine that Bob pays for, and knows how to run this yer show for Bob, at Bob’s expense–we’re all contented. Ladies and gentlemen, we’re all contented. We stand, so to speak, on the cards he’s dealt us. What may be his little game, it ain’t for us to say; but whatever it is, WE’RE IN IT. Gentlemen and ladies, we’ll drink Bob’s health!”

There was a somewhat sensational pause, followed by good-natured laughter and applause, in which Somers joined; yet not without a certain constraint that did not escape the quick sympathy of the shocked and unsmiling Miss Nevil. It was with a feeling of relief that she caught the chaperoning eye of Mrs. Leyton, who was entreating her in the usual mysterious signal to the other ladies to rise and follow her. When she reached the drawing-room, a little behind the others, she was somewhat surprised to observe that the stranger whom she had missed during the evening was approaching her with Mrs. Leyton.

“Mr. Rushbrook returned sooner than he expected, but unfortunately, as he always retires early, he has only time to say ‘goodnight’ to you before he goes.”

For an instant Grace Nevil was more angry than disconcerted. Then came the conviction that she was stupid not to have suspected the truth before. Who else would that brusque stranger develop into but this rude host? She bowed formally.

Mr. Rushbrook looked at her with the faintest smile on his handsome mouth. “Well, Miss Nevil, I hope Jack Somers satisfied your curiosity?”

With a sudden recollection of the Siskyou gentleman’s speech, and a swift suspicion that in some way she had been made use of with the others by this forceful-looking man before her, she answered pertly:–

“Yes; but there was a speech by a gentleman from Siskyou that struck me as being nearer to the purpose.”

“That’s so,–I heard it as I came in,” said Mr. Rushbrook, calmly. “I don’t know but you’re right.”

CHAPTER IV

Six months had passed. The Villa of Maecenas was closed at Los Osos Canyon, and the southwest trade-winds were slanting the rains of the wet season against its shut windows and barred doors. Within that hollow, deserted shell, its aspect–save for a single exception–was unchanged; the furniture and decorations preserved their eternal youth undimmed by time; the rigidly-arranged rooms, now closed to life and light, developed more than ever their resemblance to a furniture warehouse. The single exception was the room which Grace Nevil had rearranged for herself; and that, oddly enough, was stripped and bare–even to its paper and mouldings.

In other respects, the sealed treasures of Rushbrook’s villa, far from provoking any sentimentality, seemed only to give truth to the current rumor that it was merely waiting to be transformed into a gorgeous watering-place hotel under Rushbrook’s direction; that, with its new ball-room changed into an elaborate dining-hall, it would undergo still further improvement, the inevitable end and object of all Rushbrook’s enterprise; and that its former proprietor had already begun another villa whose magnificence should eclipse the last. There certainly appeared to be no limit to the millionaire’s success in all that he personally undertook, or in his fortunate complicity with the enterprise and invention of others. His name was associated with the oldest and safest schemes, as well as the newest and boldest–with an equal guarantee of security. A few, it was true, looked doubtingly upon this “one man power,” but could not refute the fact that others had largely benefited by association with him, and that he shared his profits with a royal hand. Some objected on higher grounds to his brutalizing the influence of wealth by his material and extravagantly practical processes, instead of the gentler suggestions of education and personal example, and were impelled to point out the fact that he and his patronage were vulgar. It was felt, however, by those who received his benefits, that a proper sense of this inferiority was all that ethics demanded of them. One could still accept Rushbrook’s barbaric gifts by humorously recognizing the fact that he didn’t know any better, and that it pleased him, as long as they resented any higher pretensions.